Chapter 90
Xie Mi grabbed Shen Yanqing’s chin with one hand, forcing back the urge to say the tacky line “Woman, you’re playing with fire,” while holding the lip balm close with the other.
To be honest, when Shen Yanqing wasn’t smiling, his whole aura leaned cold and aristocratic.
Loose strands of black hair fell over his forehead, his eyes like a painting, nose high and straight, lips perfectly shaped, skin smooth as fine porcelain.
Sometimes Xie Mi really couldn’t understand—With someone like Shen Yanqing in the setting, how on earth was Xiao Jingxi the male lead?
“Teacher Xie.”
Feeling the warmth of the girl’s fingertips and the chill of the balm, Shen Yanqing spoke in a gentle tone.
“Mm?”
“You don’t seem to be applying it right.”
“Huh?”
Snapping back to her senses, Xie Mi realized she had unconsciously drawn a giant turtle on Shen Yanqing’s face.
A light pink turtle sprawled across his devilishly handsome features, making his value seem to skyrocket.
[I really shouldn’t have expected anything]
[Yes, yes, this is exactly the Teacher Xie I remember—good, good, good]
[Wait—how can Old Shen Yanqing still look this handsome even with a turtle on his face? Is there no justice?!]
Xie Mi gave two dry laughs, “…Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
Shen Yanqing checked a mirror, his face still marked with the turtle, and smiled calmly, “It’s fine, Teacher Xie.”
He raised the lip balm in his hand, “Isn’t it about time for revenge?”
Knowing she was in the wrong, Xie Mi resigned herself, but not before making a demand, “Draw me a green one. I like green—fresh, healthy, clean vibes.”
Shen Yanqing arched a brow. “I’ll try.”
His long, slender fingers cupped her face gently.
Compared to her rough chin-grabbing earlier, his movements were far softer.
And maybe it was her imagination, but the cool fingertips on her skin seemed to gradually warm.
Xie Mi stared at him directly, blunt and unblinking.
Shen Yanqing, on the other hand, dropped his gaze after their eyes accidentally met—whether to focus on applying lip balm or deliberately avoid her stare, she couldn’t tell.
But Xie Mi insisted on staring, as if she wanted to see right through him.
“Old Shen, are you nervous?”
His expression remained calm, “Not at all, Old Xie.”
Yet the slight pause of the lip balm against her lips gave him away.
Sensing her chance, Xie Mi probed, “Have we met before? Honestly, you look really familiar.”
Shen Yanqing’s movements faltered. For a brief moment, something unreadable flickered in his eyes. He raised his gaze to meet hers, only to find Xie Mi’s face full of sincerity.
“…”
He masked the strange emotion and smiled lightly as usual, “Why suddenly use such a cliché pick-up line?”
Xie Mi twitched her lips.
Test failed. This guy’s guard was way too high.
In the end, Shen Yanqing didn’t draw a turtle on her face. Instead, he carefully outlined her lips.
Her face, already flushed from the alcohol, now paired with lips painted deep red, made her appear even more delicate and dazzling.
But the audience wasn’t focusing on her looks.
[Old Xie, what are you doing with that gorgeous face of yours!!]
[First glance: Lin Daiyu. Second glance: Lin Daiyu beating up Zhenguanxi!!]
On screen, with her bright red lips, Xie Mi planted one foot on a stool, grabbed Shen Yanqing by the chin, and shoved a wine bottle at him, “Drink! Tonight we become sworn brothers in Peach Garden. If you accept me as your big bro, you drink!”
Xiao Jingxi, unable to watch them get too close, stepped in to pull her away, “Xie Mi, you—”
“What, you won’t drink? Then it goes to the dogs!”
She shoved the bottle into Xiao Jingxi’s mouth instead.
Xiao Jingxi: “?”
[Iconic scene recreation, huh?]
The program ended with the guests all tipsy. The crew arranged a rustic farmhouse for them to stay overnight.
When the cameras were packed up and the staff left, silence returned to the courtyard.
Xie Mi, not yet sleepy, lay sprawled in the fields, one leg crossed over the other, staring at the starry sky with a deep sigh.
Shen Yanqing, this guy… was truly hard to test.
She’d thought transmigrating into a novel was just going to be simple—eat, drink, play around, go crazy, and wait for death. Who knew a mysterious Shen Yanqing would suddenly appear?
And that strange system notification recently linked to Xu Shuangrong… it was all too odd.
This world—Seemed to be heading in a strange direction.
“Teacher Xie.”
A refined, handsome face suddenly appeared above her.
Startled, Xie Mi scrambled upright, staring at Shen Yanqing who had somehow appeared behind her, “You’re not asleep?”
“Can’t sleep.”
He sat beside her. Unlike before, when he avoided her gaze, now he looked straight at her.
So Xie Mi stared straight back.
“You’re not… drunk, are you?”
His eyes weren’t as clear as earlier.
After she’d spent all night pouring drinks into him, he hadn’t flinched once—she almost thought he was some kind of god immune to alcohol. But apparently, it just hit him late.
Xie Mi perked up instantly, seizing the opportunity, “Old Shen, you really do look familiar. Haven’t we met before?”
Shen Yanqing continued staring at her, the corners of his eyes faintly red. When he smiled, his eyes curved like crescent moons.
“Exactly the same.”
“Huh?”
“You haven’t changed a bit.”
“??”
Stunned twice in a row, Xie Mi pressed eagerly, “So when did we meet? Tell me the details!”
But Shen Yanqing didn’t answer. Instead, he lay back on the grass, starlight reflected in his dark eyes.
“Teacher Xie, want to watch the stars together?”
“Stars my ass! Let’s finish the conversation—tell me exactly how we knew each other! You—”
Before she could finish, he pulled her down into his arms.
A clean, intoxicating fragrance enveloped her as his arm held her close.
Above her, his low magnetic voice spoke softly, “Teacher Xie, remember the wish you still owe me?”
“I want to watch the stars with you.”
Not just tonight.
Almost against her will, Xie Mi raised her eyes to the sky.
The night was ablaze with countless stars, dazzling like a galaxy scattered with diamonds.
She couldn’t help sighing softly.
“Shen Yanqing.”
“Who on earth are you?”
…
“Xie Mi!”
Xiao Jingxi stormed into the scene, roaring with fury as he yanked her out of Shen Yanqing’s arms, “Another midnight tryst? Don’t tell me you two are actually together!”
Though her vision went white from being suddenly jerked upright, Xie Mi’s poisonous tongue didn’t falter.
“Seriously, bro—are you part police dog? Out patrolling every night.”
